Lyrics Kneeler - Dorthia Cottrell

Kneeler

Heart of winter,
the battelfield’s rusty from dogs blood
Cold is a dance of December,
how does it feel to be out on the waterfront
for a change,
now that you know me by my first name
_____ breathes out,
wish I would have known you when I was younger
Most of my candles burned out
There was no reason to suffer
Cause I know you came unaware of the price
just a helpless thing, on the backs of the tide.
On the back of the tide.
On the back of the tide.
Annabel Lee,
will you carry your grandfather clock to the gallows on Main Street
Will you reveal your nature to me,
Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee, will you bury your prayers in your garden
Abandon your children
will your replace your flowers with wings,
Annabel Lee